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⌞ COOKING BY THE BOOK .ᐟ ⌝

summary ; baking with lancelot might seem fun, but you know what isn’t? not being able to bake. luckily, lancelot is a great teacher.

request ; “ HI HIII !!! can i please request a lancelot x reader where reader and him try baking some cookies but reader absolutely sucks at it so he teaches her how to bake and the ending is just lots of fluff 🙏🏼🙏🏼 thank you and i hope u have a great day ilysm :33 ” — @svpremedeity

pairing ; lancelot / fem!reader

wc ; 966

tags ; fluff, established relationship, brutal honesty from lancelot, lancelot is a kitchen whizz like his dad!?? reader absolutely sucks at baking.

notes ; ahhhh!! ilyt!! i'm so so so sorry this took so long :((( i've been in a bit of a slump :cccc

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠

it’s a rainy saturday morning in the middle of autumn, the leaves have changed their colours and fall gracefully to floor, the drag of the wind sways the trees whilst the gentle pitter-patter of rain chills the air, creating an incredibly soothing atmosphere.

you’re home alone at the moment, taking that as an opportunity to satisfy the endless cravings of a homemade treat. padding down the hallway to your kitchen, you contemplate what you’ll be baking and how much of it.

you rummage through your cabinets, digging through for the ingredients, and once everything is set out on the table, you begin the preparations. it’s just cookies, how hard could it be to make them?

you get out two different bowls, one for the dry ingredients and the other for the wet. considering the past failures in your cooking endeavours, you make it a point to follow a recipe that your mother frequently uses. nothing can go wrong as long as you follow a recipe, right?

elsewhere, lancelot feels a shiver run down his spine, making him rub his shoulders in discomfort. noticing him shiver, tristan sends him a nasty side-eye from who he’d just flung to the side like a ragdoll. “getting sick, lance? don’t tell me you’re bothered by a little rain.”

“shut up and worry about yourself, moron. i’m not the one who’s been sneezing non stop despite suggesting to train in this weather. besides, that idiot is probably in the kitchen.”

tristan scoffs and rolls his eyes. he doesn’t need to be told as to who ‘that idiot’ is; he knows it you. he finds it odd that lancelot refers to you in such a condescending way despite his apparent fondness of you. he guesses that's just how he is.

lancelot cuts their sparring session short and quickly heads over to your house. to his dismay, he does see you cooking from the window. sighing, he opens the front door, and with no warning, a metal mixing bowl is thrown straight at him. he ducks, whipping his head to you with a flabbergasted look as the bowl lands outside with a loud clatter.

“dammit, woman, what the fuck was that for?”

“i thought you were an intruder…” you mutter apologetically. “why’re you here anyway? weren’t you supposed to be busy training today?” you usher him inside, going to get a spare towel to dry him off.

“i got the feeling you were doing something stupid.”

“what? the only thing i’m doing is literally just baking. what the hell are you talking about?”

“exactly my point. you’re shit at cooking and baking.”

“am not!”

“are too.”

“am not– oh, shit, the cookies!”

he shakes his head in disbelief. seriously, could you not go a day without almost burning down something? this is why he’s banned you from the kitchen.

he watches as you frantically hurry about looking for your oven mitts and when you do find them and pull out the cookies, they’re a little charred. “see what i mean? you’re shit at this.”

your bottom lip juts out in a pout. “it doesn’t look that bad.. besides, i followed the recipe, so it should be fine.”

lancelot takes one cookie and examines it. he bites into it and shakes his head again. “it’s over stirred and way too salty. the chocolate chips didn’t melt well either. you wasted a lot of ingredients.”

your shoulders slump. despite the truth in his words, his blunt dismissal of your hard work causes you to feel bad. you’d made a lot of cookies to take to him.

lancelot notices the drop in your mood and sighs lowly. he walks closer to you, patting your back. “hey, it’s fine. not everyone is good in the kitchen.”

his attempts to lift your spirits are futile, and he smacks himself internally. “hey, c’mon, i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” his arm wraps around your waist. “you know i didn’t mean it that way.”

you’re slightly appeased by the physical contact, but still down. lancelot breaks away from the hug and goes to wash up the bowls that you’d used, and also retrieved the one that was still laying outside in the rain from your earlier assault. he looks the recipe and gets out the necessary ingredients.

“c’mere, sweet girl,” he beckons you over and you begrudgingly oblige.

“i’ll teach you how to bake these in exchange for your forgiveness. how does that sound?”

you sniffle but nod anyway. lancelot pats your hip and the both of you get to baking. he makes sure to walk you through the steps and aides you in stirring the batter, making sure that it’sthe right consistency.

“chocolate chip or plain?”

“..chocolate chip..”

lancelot can’t help but smile at your mumbled response. while he puts the cookies in the oven, you decide to make hot chocolate for the both of you. you add in minimal sugar but a lot of milk with just a few marshmallows, just the way he likes it.

whilst waiting for the cookies, the both of you clean up in silence and occasionally take a sip from your beverages. and about twenty five minutes later when the cookies are golden brown and crispy, lancelot takes out the cookies, leaving them to cool off for a bit.

“they smell good..” you murmur. lancelot chuckles, pecking your cheek. “i’m glad you think so. here, try one.”

he holds a cookie up to your lips and when you take a bite, you can’t help but melt.

“good, huh?” he grins smugly.

“yeah.”

the rest of the day is spent with the both of you cuddled up by the window, fast asleep. the cookies and your hot chocolate are gone. maybe you should bake more often– with lancelot’s help of course.

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ATTACK ON TITAN .ᐟ

DEMON SLAYER .ᐟ

FOUR KNIGHTS .ᐟ

HAIKYŪ .ᐟ

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SEVEN DEADLY SINS .ᐟ

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❝ WHAT MOTIVATES ME? HATRED? IS IT LOVE? ❞

જ⁀➴ ZOLANI. apsiring journalist / tourist. creative writer. sds enjoyer. and lancelot’s number one fan.

⤷ ᡣ𐭩 ⋆.˚ 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ── ᡣ𐭩 ⋆.˚ 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬

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⌞ FIRST LOVE / LATE SPRING ⌝

summary ; as you drown in stress, curtesy of your mother and the ministers of her court, ludociel takes it upon himself to get you to relax.

pairing ; ludociel / black fem!reader

wc ; 2.5k

tags ; set before the first holy war, mentions of injuries and decline in mental health, fluff, mutual pining.

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠

you let out a long, defeated sigh, collapsing onto the chair of your office, exhausted and more than ready to call it a day.

you’d been in a meeting for the past three hours with the ministers of the holy court; the one where all the influential nobles of the goddess clan’s government reside, and the one your mother and her maternal family oversees.

the reason for this meeting? the demon clan. why else would you have been abruptly disturbed in the middle of the day if not to discuss your sworn enemies?

out of all the issues they had to bring up during that long, three hour meeting, they just found the peace treaty you had put into place with meliodas the most pressing one. in their opinions, it was a “childish” way of handling things and the only way anyone will ever achieve peace would be through the eradication of demons as a whole.

you rub at your eyes tiredly, not caring if you smudged up your makeup— that is, until you have to represent your mother, only then would you frantically run around like a headless chicken to look presentable.

your gaze drifts towards the original copy of the treaty that you had framed on the wall in front of you, next to all the other documents you had officiated. the more you stare at it, the more your mood dampens. you recall them going on long rants and lecturing you on your seemingly never ending duties as the supreme deity’s heir; the words your cousin told you a few months ago now seems to make more sense than it did.

“those old coots aren’t going to stop ‘till their bathing in blood, even when they’re handed the peace they talk so much of on a gold platter.”

“i seriously have the worst luck,” you sigh, leaning your head back against the back of your chair. there’s a dull throbbing in the back of your head which elicits a tired grumble.

 when the meeting finally concluded, the ministers told you to think about taking down the peace treaty and to start trying to form allies with the other races. but how could you? you’d gone through hell and back– literally, just to get meliodas to hear you out! it took about three years before the treaty was finalized and passed but now they want it gone? only after two months? ridiculous. they’ll have to kill you first before such a thing happens.

“what ever shall i do about my mother and her infuriating family? and those godforsaken nobles too… stars, i almost died trying to get things to work in my favour and they just want to throw away my sacrifice? and for some useless war that only amounts to bloodshed no less,” your shoulders are slouched, your cheek pressing against the cool, wooden surface of your desk.

“it’s been nothing but peaceful too! all sunshine and rainbows but these tyrants are always itching for a fight.”

“tyrants? that’s a very creative way to address your extended family, my lady.”

you feel your soul damn near leaving your body. your head shoots up to see none other than ludociel, the archangel of flash, himself standing at the entrance of your office; his usual smile is in place on his lips.

“sir ludociel!” your spine shoots up and you’ve now regained proper posture. smiling sheepishly when he takes a step forward and shuts the door behind him softly. “i didn’t hear you come in…”

it appears that you’d been too focused on rambling to yourself about the frustrating officials that you failed to realize you were no longer alone. you feel the embarrassment creep into your bones at getting caught in your rants, and by ludociel no less. truly embarrassing.

“ah, no need to apologize, your highness. it was rude of me to enter without your say so. i offer my humblest apologies,” he bows, strands of his long, black locks falling into his face.

you watch as the strands fall in mesmerization, but you catch yourself staring too long and  let out an embarrassed chuckle, your voice wavering a bit. “it’s quite alright, you’re always welcome to stop by. but, what are you here for, if i may ask?”

“well, i was instructed to...”

you could already guess what he was sent here for, no doubt on your mother’s orders. that woman is really grating on your nerves. 

with a loud groan, your head collides against the smooth surface of your desk rather harshly. although you grumble in pain, there is no effort made to heal yourself; the pain blends in with your headache and you know that there’s definitely going to be a bruise later. you can almost hear the voice of your lady-in-waiting scolding you with an exasperated: “what am i to do with you, your highness?”

ludociel winces at the sight of you slamming your head down, then sighs at your hunched over and grumbling form. he’s noticed just how much everyone in the holy court, your mother included, has been giving you such a hard time ever since you signed off the peace treaty to put a stop to the holy war with meliodas. actually, anyone with half a brain would notice; your eye bags are getting more prominent by the day after all.

ludociel wouldn’t lie to himself, he too wasn’t pleased with the development as his entire goal is to bring the demon clan to ruin, but how could he tell you that when you’ve tried so hard to keep blood from spilling over? the lengths at which you go to for the betterment of the clan as well as its people are truly admirable, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you. the last thing he wanted was to breathe down your neck the same way everyone else was, you’re already stressed and overworked enough, he didn’t want to add onto that.

“how about you go get some fresh air, my lady? surely you must be feeling suffocated in here right about now,” the archangel suggests, walking over to your desk to stand behind you. his hands rest on your shoulders and gently work at the knots there to relieve the tension that had built up. ludociel lets out a low chuckle when you melt under his touch, your groan of approval letting him know to keep the pressure up.

“i would love to, but...”, you raise your head to look at the stacks of paperwork that had piled on your desk over the past few days, fully aware that the ministers had been giving you so much out of spite. petty bastards…

“you need a break, at this rate you’ll fall sick. you’re still recovering from...” ludociel doesn’t let himself finish that sentence. from the angle he stood, he could see some marks that trailed from the base of your neck and down into your dress, the discolouration of your skin making it obvious that you’d been burned in some way. it all happened during an expedition to cleanse a small village that had been overturned by demons, and you’d suffered a terrible hit by one of the demons there; a hellblaze to your back which left you incapable of flying for a while as well temporarily paralyzed, which meant a lot of bed rest. he gently thumbs at the burn marks, as if fearing that his touch would bring you pain once more.

when ludociel goes silent, your mind wanders back to the day you almost died. the day everything changed for you. you barely remember it but what you do know is that it’s a miracle you’re even alive now. if not for the fairy king gloxinia, you would’ve joined your ancestors a bit too early, and left the goddess clan with your younger sister elizabeth as its next ruler.

from what you were told, you’d been burnt down to the point where you were hardly recognizable, but, thank the creator for the fountain of youth that gloxinia was so gracious to allow you to drink from. and although your physical condition was restored, your mental health took a serious decline. you were tittering on the edge of insanity, leaving you out of office for a good while.

the silence unsettles ludociel. “my lady, will you take me up on that offer for a walk?”

his soothing voice breaks through your train of thought, and you blink out of your daze. “i really don’t know... i have so much work to do and i can’t really put any of it off,” you pause, reaching for your quill pen to actually start on your mountain of work.

the archangel frowns, one of his hands leaning over your shoulder to encase your smaller one in his, making sure to stop you from doing anything. you may be in the clear to continue working, but, the amount of stress you’re being subjected to might put you back onto a sickbed, and that caused him great worry.

“my lady, please. even if it’s for fifteen minutes?”

“but, if i take a break now, i’ll never get all of this done,” you attempt to protest, but he’s quick to shut you down.

“you have your aides for a reason, my lady.”

“while that’s true, this is my responsibility, not my aides’. i fear i’ve had them overworked for the time i was out of commission, i don’t want to put them through that again.” 

even at the stake of your own health, you still look out for others. what a remarkable person you are. but just as you are compassionate, you are stubborn and it makes the archangel sigh in exasperation. while he admires your ability to put your foot down and stand your ground, it can prove to be difficult to get you to listen to what others have to say, especially when it pertains to work related issues.

“listen to me, my lady,” he leans down closer to you, his hair tickling the back of your neck and the exposed skin of your shoulders. you shiver.

“you need to take care of yourself. taking on all these burdensome tasks by yourself is detrimental to your health! your aides are here for a reason, so please, take a break.”

you want to decline, you really want to, but how can you when he speaks to you in that gentle tone? the one that conveys just how worried he is for you. damn him, his good looks, and his equally soothing voice that’s very compelling to listen to.

you contemplate for a minute, silently weighing your options before heaving out a reluctant sigh and leaning back into your chair with a nod. “alright, i’ll ... i’ll take a break.”

ludociel’s lips curl upwards into a victorious smile. he holds his hand out to you. “how about a stroll through the gardens? i noticed the asters have bloomed again. they’re your favourite flowers, yes?”

you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face as you take his hand, letting him gently pull you up to your feet. he knows you so well, too well in fact. not that you mind it, of course.

“yes, they are, and that sounds like a wonderful idea,” your smile turns bashful when his hand settles onto the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles onto your skin.

the archangel leads you through the halls of the celestial palace, the both of you walking silently, just enjoying each other’s company until you reach the gardens. the cool breeze combined with the calming aromas of the different flowers hit you, and you feel your body relax. ludociel feels it as well, noting how your muscles weren’t as tense as they were before. he’ll try to coax you into getting a massage later; mael’s hands do absolute wonders.

ludociel lets go of you, watching as you wander off to take a look around the garden as it had been a long while since you’d stopped by. although he’s letting you do your own thing, he keeps a watchful eye on you, quietly taking in the ethereal sight of you surrounded by flowers. an image fit for a princess, he muses, gazing at you adoringly.

you take a seat on the grass, glad to have some form of escape from your stuffy office, ludociel joins you. 

an hour passes with the both of you talking about this and that. he tells you how demon invasions in the western parts of the realm have gotten lesser to keep up their end of the peace treaty. your expression turns smug which makes ludociel shake his head fondly at you. ‘stars, she’s adorable,’ he thinks to himself.

as time passes you both by, you decide to braid flowers into his hair and you try your hardest to make sure that the image of ludociel adorned in flowers, which attracted a few butterflies over to him, was deeply ingrained into your memory. oh, elizabeth is definitely hearing about this when you get off work. hopefully she’ll be free by then and not off massacring some village of demons in your stead.

“It’s starting to get a little late. are you ready to head in, my lady?” ludociel rises to his feet, his armoured hand is outstretched to you as it always is. guiding and grounding, he’s always been there as a rock for you as someone you can confide in and depend on. you slip your hand into his, letting your fingers intertwine. he lifts you to your feet and presses a kiss to the back of your hand. you smile at the lingering feeling of his lips on your skin.

“yes, let’s head back inside. i still have work to do.”

he shoots you a pointed look, so you immediately backtrack. “sorry..”

as you stroll through the marble halls of the palace you’ve grown accustomed to calling home, the one that’s housed all your memories, both good and bad, you hear small whispers from the maids, fully aware that they’re watching the both of you, giggling at the sight of your entwined fingers. there’ll definitely be rumours later, but you don’t really care, and you’re sure that ludociel doesn’t either.

“i told you a break would do you good,” he whispers to you, his deep voice, taking a smooth edge as he opens the door to your quarters. you step in before him and plop down onto your bed, rolling your eyes at him playfully. 

“oh, hush.” you might hate to admit it, but you’re definitely feeling much better than you did before.

“you know I’m right, my lady.”

“i suppose you are,” you grin at the playful banter you and him have, it brings you joy to be able to joke with someone as serious as him.

he stays rooted at the door frame, glad to see you relaxing and less on edge. “now that my goal has been achieved, i shall take my leave. i bid you a good night, your highness.“

just before he leaves, you call out to him and once his attention is on you once more, you give a gentle, thankful smile. “thank you. i really needed this.”

“it’s my pleasure, your highness.”

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⌞ FOUR KNIGHTS OF THE APOCALYPSE .ᐟ ⌝

⤷ ❝ famine, pestilence, war and death. four holy knights of four great disasters who will destroy the world. ❞

⭑.ᐟ ONESHOTS ; DRABBLES

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

⭑.ᐟ HEADCANNONS

𝐍/𝐀

⭑.ᐟ REQUESTS

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑

╰┈➤ ❝ the tristan platoon are supposed to be having a sleepover together, and as the prince’s younger sibling, naturally you’re invited to join them. however, lancelot is there too and he makes it his goal to get on your nerves. but, there’s nothing a good cuddle can’t fix! ❞

𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃’𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃

╰┈➤ ❝ lancelot x cupid!reader headcannons. ❞

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏

╰┈➤ ❝ arguments with lancelot are not just rare, they’re painful as well. ❞

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊

╰┈➤ ❝ boyfriend!lancelot headcannons. ❞

𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

╰┈➤ ❝ boyfriend!tristan x giant gf!reader headcannons. ❞

𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊

╰┈➤ ❝ baking with lancelot might seem fun, but you know what isn’t? not being able to bake. luckily, lancelot is a great teacher. ❞

⭑.ᐟ SERIES

𝐍/𝐀

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⌞ THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS .ᐟ ⌝

⤷ ❝ this is a tale of ancient times; one long before the human and non-human worlds were forever divided. ❞

⭑.ᐟ ONESHOTS ; DRABBLES

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 / 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

╰┈➤ ❝ as you drown in stress, curtsey of your mother and the ministers of her court, ludociel takes it upon himself to get you to relax. ❞

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐃

╰┈➤ ❝ at the height of the holy war, the goddess clan suffers a great loss, but ludociel’s loss is greater. ❞

⭑.ᐟ HEADCANNONS

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

╰┈➤ ❝ ludociel is a passionate lover, but he is also someone who has trouble expressing himself properly with words; what better way to convey his love for you than with kisses? ❞

𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘

╰┈➤ ❝ under editing. ❞

⭑.ᐟ REQUESTS

𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄’𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄

╰┈➤ ❝ escanor finds himself in a precarious state after facing off assault mode meliodas. naturally, you’re tasked with bringing him back to peak condition. ❞

⭑.ᐟ SERIES

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐒

╰┈➤ ❝ in which, the third princess of liones sets out on a journey to save her kingdom from the oppression of the holy knights after the arrest of her family and the launch of a coup d’état. she’s made up her mind to find and receive the help the members of the eight deadly sins; the world’s greatest order of knights, and britannia’s most wanted order of criminals. ❞

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